War God Asura

Although Xia Zhong's face was full of anxiety, he still spoke with an arrogant tone.

In fact, he was also shocked by the power in the air before, but he did not feel that it was really the power created by Xing Jue.

"Okay, then take my trick."

Suddenly, Xing Jue shot lightning, and the black flame armor on his left arm turned into a black flame and fell suddenly towards Xia Zhong.

The flame was not very big, but the size of a human, but it contained power that made Xia Zhong dare not take it lightly.

"Hugh should underestimate me Xia Zhong."

Not to be outdone, Xia Zhong turned his wrist and held a round mirror in his hand.

This mirror is only the size of a palm, with the color of bronze and engraved with ancient runes, which seems to be ancient.

The mirror faintly squirmed, as if it was not a mirror, but a lake, or even a sea, in which the ocean was pregnant.

"Poseidon Mirror!!!"

"This Xing Jue is really so powerful? Even Xia Zhong has to resort to the strongest means to deal with it?"

Seeing this mirror, everyone who is familiar with it will recognize it at a glance. This is Xia Zhong's last trump card, the ultimate sea god mirror!.

"Wow!"

The Sea God's Mirror shook suddenly, and a burst of blue brilliance shot out, and the brilliance faintly squirmed and turned into a huge blue wave.

The scourge is running in the air, and there is an ancient atmosphere in the monstrous waves.

Under the roar of the waves, Xing Jue's palm was easily blocked by Xia Zhong, and the scourge, still moving forward, went straight to the high-altitude Xing Jue.

"Xing Jue, even if you have many weird methods, you are still not my Xia Zhong's opponent."

"War spirits are war spirits, and will always be the ants in the eyes of the warlord."

Seeing that his Seagod Mirror had the effect of restraining the black flames, Xia Zhong immediately increased his confidence and began to roar wildly.

"Really? I can't see it."

But as soon as Xia Zhong's voice fell, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him, and at this moment, Xia Zhong's face changed greatly.

"puff"

A muffled noise came from his chest, and bursts of hot liquid began to overflow.

Turning his head and looking back, a pair of huge black flame wings was slowly inciting, and Xing Jue, wearing a black flame armor, stood behind him with a smile and looked at himself.

However, Xing Jue's palm had penetrated his chest like a sharp blade, and the black flame was burning in his body.

"Xingjue stop!!!"

Everything happened so quickly that even the elders present couldn't react, and when they reflected it, it was already too late.

Looking at Xing Jue's palm that had penetrated Xia Zhong's chest, almost everyone present thought that Xia Zhong was dead soon.

"Huh"

However, everyone seemed to be wrong. Xing Jue suddenly pulled his palm back. Although Xia Zhong trembled violently, his breath did not drop.